A Dance, A Thread, and a Robin(son)

Every year, at Homecoming, the dance team girls get some guys to perform a swing dance with them at halftime.
And that's how I came to be sitting on the bleachers, watching my son do the jitterbug...
I was impressed!  They only practiced a few times, and he is normally pretty quiet and reserved.  But there he was gliding across the floor with a smile on his face, effortlessly spinning and lifting his partner.  Parker and Alexa aka Fred and Ginger.
Of course, video was sent to all the grandparents!
Later, when I was talking to my dad about it, he said, "When I saw that video, I told your mom it was like watching Grandpa Robinson." I was intrigued.  My dad has told Old Family Stories my whole life, but I'd never heard this one.
He went on... "When I was a boy, Grandpa used to come stay with us for a week or so at a time. Me and my brothers would play old bluegrass music on our guitars and fiddles and Grandpa would get up and dance.  Boy, he could cut a rug!"
I smiled as I felt a warm thread of connection to this past person I never got to meet.  He was gone long before I was born and the only thing I knew of him was an intricate drawing given to me by my own Grandma (his daughter).  It was a doodle of the letters of his name intertwined with a bird...a robin.
And now my son dances and my daughter draws.
And the thread pulls gently, comfortingly, linking us all together.
Past dreams dance into the future on my children's feet.